It smells like **** and it tastes like ****. What is it? It's ****. I thought so. George Bush was cremated, ½ his ashes were flushed down the toilet while the rest were mixed with marijuana and smoked by *******. "Here's to the good times!" George Washington said to Martha as he mounted her smallest ******. And although Abe L. was no stranger to hand-washing, he just couldn't scratch without crutches. "I'll take gonorrhea for 400, Alex."

I felt so very much alone at Dairy Queen till the hot ice cream girly girl cried, "Easy lover boy while I relieve the tension in your bone."
I shall always dimly remember my whorish girlfriend's lard ***-end especially when, to pick up her stolen Suzuki keys, she had to bend over in a ghetto crack house where we squatted like gay Democrats.